poetry of jesse wiles

These Days

These days we wear camouflage to tea And Elizabethan masks to town

The days are fire and questions And churches - cemetaries forgotten lessons

These days are fat with greed And the Bible belt needs an extra hole

Be real for me Show me your scars and I'll undress myself There is nothing new but the old love we've lost and searching may well be as good as finding

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